Posted by Simguy on 04/29/2005

Before: Tricia looking to extend her dominion as fairest of all lanky-bodies - she recognizes the opportunity in front of her. "Adding Ashley to Krista and Alana's names on my mantlepiece would be a tremendous accomplishment," acknowledges willowy blonde. "Scott just might be the most complete fighter of them all - sort of the best of Krista and Alana combined in one fearsome blonde package. I'm thrilled to be in a position to test my skills against her."

Scott less charitable where Tricia's concerned. "Let's not rush to judgement on Tricia," cautions Ashley in prefight. "She beat a raw-green rookie in Alana De La Garza by a razor's edge, then she narrowly edged one of the most inconsistent, mentally weak fighters in the game in Krista Allen - not exactly Hall of Fame accomplishments to my mind. I've littered rings from LA to New York with the likes of Jeri Ryan, Debbe Dunning and many, many other hard women - I'm not about to put Helfer in that company. I think the Trish Helfer smoke-and-mirrors shows stop here. It's up to me to expose her and I couldn't be happier about that."

Ash in hot pink push up and panties - Helfer in black push up and panties. Smoldering stare down, girls vibrating like sympathetic tuning forks when brought into proximity - Ashley absolutely refusing to touch gloves despite harsh words from the ref.

During R1,2,3: Slow start Ashley - Tricia setting the pace, taking it to Scott. Helfer with that slinky, sliding footwork, elbows in, hands loose in a slight gull-wing posture as she steps to her right - she'll tighten up defensively whenever Scott's in range, otherwise keeping it gangly. Scott similarly loose-limbed, covering up face-in-gloves, rolling supple with punches as Tricia gets off. Helfer putting together licking, stroking combos - sliding a lead right up top, then left/right tuff-n-lanky in the waist, swishing her hips seductively, pulling the shots onto Ashley with whiplash action. Mitts spank loud off Scott's flanks as she tucks her elbows in - good, splashy work getting done there. Scott taking a good shot, defensively sound up top, but getting outworked by a wide margin: she's clearly flustered - unused to an opponent as silky, sinewy as herself.

R4: Tricia lathering now, edging in close and licking her arms in determined tracks: Ashley's starting to hurt. Scott drooping forward behind her gloves - Helfer's mitts licking loud above the hips, bending Ashley's willowy frame, buffetting her in a wandering semi-circle to her left. Licking left uppercut splits the mitts midway through - Scott's head rocking back, eyes glassy - Tricia pours it on as the first cracks start to show in Scott's composure. Scotty's knees buckle and knock as Helfer licks the flanks - long arms torquing spanking fists onto svelte waist. More uppercuts - Trish dropping her left to her hip to hoist multiple licking rights into Ashley's mouth. Clouting hooks on the ear spilling Ashley sideways. Scott belted and shook, but riding it out - she's standing in front of Helfer, shipping shellack, taking the best Tricia can offer in a withering fourth.

R5: Trish a little winded, mouthbreathing - she can't press the action this round: Ashley fills the gap. Scott stepping and sliding an oily jab through to Tricia's brows, banging Helfer's head back, messing up her footwork. End of minute one - Scott with a thrusting jab, follows with a slinging right on the chin, bending supple into the shot and scattering Helfer ragdoll to ropes! Tricia staring, hands at her chest, legs locked - she's helpless as Ashley squares away, goes to work. Scott licking and lashing, applying pay-back lather - she twists her hips in the same serpentine to-and-fro, generating slutty power from swiping, sinuous lefts and rights. Gut check Tricia Helfer - pretty face batted back and forth, eyelashes fluttering, mouth open - she droops forward behind her mitts, trying to lean into the arc of Scott's shots, but Ashley tightening up stroke, clips and swats away. Ash stepping with Trish as Helfer wilts to her right with forlorn expression. Final minute, Scott going to the waist with the same rib-rattling shellack - fitting her mitts in snug over Tricia's perfect hips, bending the torso this way and that. Helfer biting down on screams behind her gloves: Ashley baring her teeth as she tidies up that offending midsection. Bell: Scott pumped, chests up and blows back Tricia's soft blonde curls with a bellow of triumph - poor Helfer blinking in stupor, just standing there until referee pulls Scott away by her right arm.

R6: Hateful two way slugging, both girls a little shaky-legged, both seeking to plant and slash away supple. Gorgeous long-limbed stroking - Tricia baring her teeth as she leads right hands up top, lick-snatches at the waist left/right. Ash face-in-gloves 'till it's her turn, then: licking right uppercut, slicing left hook across the tummy, sudden biting left uppercut to Tricia's perfect little chin. Girls occasionally falling into each other for a moment's respite, but neither wants to clinch and wallow - they'll bump off with shoulders or chickenwing left elbows to reset, then it's back to the salt-mines. Bell: both girls reeling, eyes dull with pain, exhaustion and hate - Tricia getting just a bit more done in a crowd-pleasing sixth.

R7: Mindless stuff now - long blonde legs ragged - both combatants prefering to stand and slug, not trusting themselves to move laterally: crowd loving the decision. Ashley really getting the uppercut on Trish this round - dangling the left mitt low and stroking repeat rights, weight on the right foot, torso dipping to the right for an exquisite carving angle. Helfer gobbling mute, staring - she's too hurt to adjust her guard, keeping the hands up but always available for the uppercut. Scott with little half steps to her right, methodically ripping her hardest, whippiest hooks across Tricia's golden abs, or straying just a bit low - Helfer's hips shunting back slightly, torso coming forward as she sighs with hurt: sets up the right uppercut all over again. Bell to bell Scott - she stands midring, hands at her sides, glowering in steamy satisfaction at the ragged way Tricia staggers to her corner.

R8: Tricia seemingly out on her feet - she wades into Ashley like there's no other option. Helfer getting the left uppercut off the left foot, dropping the left mitt to her hip, arching her back to get the right uppercut off the right foot. Trish slapping the wide left hook, keeping the elbow in to tighten up stroke, propping Ashley the left elbow on follow through and clouting her a robust slinging right on the chops. After a minute of soaking up bandy-armed shellack - crowd realizes - ASHLEY'S HURT! Scott drooping forward behind her gloves, not answering back - Helfer grunting/sobbing as she pulls sweeping, sidearm rights into Ashley's gut, twists hips through her punching motion to haul the left hand in above the hips. Scotty destitute, slouching forward - Helfer able to step back in good order, set her feet, lead with her hips, torque those gorgeous lanky rips and belt Ashley a hellish assortment of hooks, crosses and uppercuts. Withering fire, Scotty bumbling into it and FINALLY PITCHING TO HER FACE! Helfer sidestepping to allow Ashley room to collapse - piteous sight as Scott props herself up on her elbows, face distraught...but the legs just won't respond! KO8 in spectacular fashion - poor Scott numb from the waist down can't get off her belly.

After: Helfer breaking down into tears, collapsing on her stool - another exhausting, all-in war goes her way as a third straight lanky-body falls to her fists. Not the way they drew it up on HMK blackboards - no jab from Tricia tonight, not a lot of ring generalship, just good old fashioned will to win as Ashley gives her all, gets used up in the bargain. Collecting herself, Tricia forms up for cameras and GETS BLINDSIDED BEHIND THE KNEES! Chopblocking Krista Allen (lavender fleece hoody and snug sweats) drops Helfer stunned to her back: snarling, tear-stained Scott storms over on cue and heinous double team proceeds.

Outside the ring, X-factor Alana de la Garza directs a cadre of stadium security into position with imperious pointing and sharp barking orders - 2 burly henchman assigned specifically to Durance in particular. Alana personally sees to Eva Longoria, restraining the much smaller beauty in a neutral corner, hissing "Tricia's got this coming Eva - stay out of it". All-clear sign given - Scott and Allen both go for ankle locks, Ashley the right leg, Krista the left - each scissoring up Helfer's world-class gams, hooking an arm up under the knee, tucking the foot under an armpit and bending back in a great show of tossing manes, bared teeth. Helfer shrieking in agony - now clutching at her thighs, now writhing on her back, hands in her hair. Crippling force applied - vengeful jackals finally disengage, slowly, deliberately, getting to their feet - poor Tricia sobbing, clutching at her left knee as she rolls to her side: neither Helfer or Allen has had her fill. Trish gently rolled to her back - marauding vixens taking their time, then it's back to work on Helfer's exquisite legs. Girls take turns holding a limp leg aloft, dropping elbow smashes into the inner thigh while the other claps and grins. Allen deliberate as she stretches Tricia's right leg out on the canvas, brunette hands at knee and crotch, bracing the area for meanspirited knee drops to tanned inner thigh flesh as Tricia wails, pleads for release. They kick at Helfer's hammies, stomp her as she sits up and takes numbly on her quads. Time and again, helpless Helfer eased to her back so one or the other or both tormentresses can have her way. Finally sated, conquerors stand tall over cringing, ruined blonde: Scott wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Krista mopping her brow with her forearm. Officials finally move in just as both girls start getting fresh ideas.